Taggert finds him still laying across the table when he returns, he stops for a moment in the doorway to the dining room and takes in the vision of him. "You okay, Michael?"

"Yeah." Sonny says as he attempts to rise to his feet. He staggers a bit as Taggert gives him a curious look.

"You been drinking?" He asks sternly.

"I had a couple of drinks while I was cooking." Sonny says defensively as Taggert strides into the kitchen and opens the cabinet to the liquor. He glares as he holds out the bottle of scotch. Nearly an 1/8th of the bottle is missing. "This isn't a couple of shots. You are not to be under the influence of alcohol while with me, do you understand?"

"Look, I get that i have to stay with you, it's part of the deal. But this bossing me around shit, ain't gonna fly. I fixed your dinner, I let you fuck me, what else do you want?" Sonny demands angrily.

"You let me fuck you? You asked me to do that. I see we have a failure to communicate, Michael. You have no choice in the matter, your life is controlled by me. I know all about you, you thrive on control. This is almost your worst nightmare, ain't it? The only thing worse is prison. I am going to make you pay for your misdeeds, Michael. Once I am content that you have learned your lesson and are truly a reformed citizen, I will consider letting you go. I started out to easy on you, I see. I should have laid out the ground rules from the start. I own you, that's the only thing you need to know. There is one rule, you do as I say, with no argument or hesistation." Taggert crosses the croom and slaps Sonny's ass. "Get in the shower and get cleaned up. When you are done, I want you sitting on the bed, waiting for me to return. Think about what got you into this position and how you could have avoided it. We'll talk when I get back. Remember, you can leave, but I do have those files and your passport."

Sonny watches as Taggert leaves the home, slamming the door behind him. He stands in the middle of the room and fights the urge to just end it all. One walk into the Ocean, Michael, and it could all be over. He tells himself, knowing he won't do it. Making his way into the bathroom, he finds the shower already for him as he steps in, letting the hot streams of water bead over his rock hard body. He needed the liquor to give him the courage to go through with this. Scrubbing himself clean, he tries not to think about Jason and the hell he must be going through right now. Exiting the shower, he towels himself off and stops to check his reflection in the mirror, cringing when he see's the finger prints on his ass from the ealier sex. He was that brutal when he was fucking me, he thinks to himself, what the hell is he going to do to me now?

Sitting on the bed, he waits for Taggert to return and finds himself brooding over every stupid mistake he made that landed him in his position. If only he hadn't gotten so sloppy, he gave Taggert an in and he took it. Now everything is ruined. Chances are, when Taggert grows tired of him, he will just turn him in anyway. He has no concept of time, as he wonders just how long he has been left alone. He hears the footsteps and then sees the door open. Taggert walks in, carrying boxes of things. "Glad to see you can follow some instructions." He says cooly as he sets the boxes down. "Get up and turn around."

Sonny does as he is instructed as Taggert strides across the room and pushes him to a bending position, carefully surverying the damage. "You okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sore, Michael?" Taggert asks again.

"No, I'm fine." Sonny replies as Taggert pulls him up to his full height and unfastens the colar.

"We're going out, so no need for you to wear this." Sonny breathes a sigh of relief as Taggert opens a box and produces a jewerly box. "This is for you."

Sonny opens the box, gently pulling the gold id bracelet from it's box, it is beautiful. He reads the inscription and glares. I'm Michael, if lost return to room 214, my owner awaits me. "You have got to be kidding me."

"You already lied to me today, Michael. Don't make things worse by throwing a tantrum. Put on the bracelet and I expect some gratitude." He watches as Sonny attempts to fasten the bracelet, growing tired, he grabs Sonny's wrist and quickly closes the gold clasp. "Very nice, it looks good on you."

"Thank you for the bracelet." Sonny bites out as Taggert shakes his head.

"You aren't very bright are you? Tell ya what, get on your knees and use that mouth for something other than speaking since you can't find the words I want to hear." He takes Sonny by the shoulders and pushes him down to his knees. "Get busy."

Tugging down the zippers to Taggert's black jeans, Sonny quickly free's the man's huge cock and strokes it. Close my eyes and think of Jason, I can do this. He tells himself as he wraps his lips around the thick head of the cock and slowly begins to suck on it, as his tongue flicks all over it in a soft, circular motion. "Look at me when you're giving head, Michael." Marcus instructs, meeting his fiery gaze. "You never break eye contact when you are on your knees in front of me."

Sonny continues to suck on the hard, pulsating erection as he slowly works it into his mouth, taking him inch by inch. He is pleased when Taggert closes his eyes and moans when Sonny finally takes him all the way in and then quickly pulls out, only to take him in again. Marcus wraps his fingers in Sonny's curls, tugging at his hair gently as Sonny masterfully works his oral magic. No wonder Morgan never insisted on fucking his ass, the man gives the best head he's ever experienced. Thrusting his hips gently, not wanting to choke him, he forces Sonny to work his tongue faster over the head of his shaft. Flicking at him with quick, hard strokes in between pushing him in and out of his mouth, it is only a matter of moments before he explodes in mouth. "Swallow." He orders as Sonny obeys. Pulling out of his mouth, he says firmly. "You lied earlier, that is unacceptable. Lying is childish, Michael. So, you will be treated as a child. March yourself into that corner, press your nose against the wall and you will stay that way until I say you can leave it. Think about that scotch and if it was worth lying about."

Taggert points to the corner of the room that will be visible to anyone who enters the home. Sonny says nothing as he assumes the instructed position. Taggert picks up the phone and dials a delivery place. "Yes, I'd like two orders of your wong tong soup, an order of vegeterian fried rice, lo mein and some sweet and sour chicken. Right, we are at the Sunset Resort, cabin 214, thanks." Hanging up the phone, he smiles as he watches Sonny tense up. He lazily flips through a magazine as the twenty minutes pass quickly. A knock comes to the door as he calls out to Sonny. "If you even think about moving, I will have the delivery boy whip your ass." Taggert opens the door, hiding a smile as the young delivery boy looks at the naked man standing in the corner. "How much do I owe you?"
 

"Um.." He tries to regain his thoughts as he mumbles. "Nineteen dollars."

"Honey, where is your wallet?" Taggert asks as Sonny says nothing. "Michael, we're letting the air out of the cabin, where is your wallet?"

"In my pants pocket." He mumbles as he feels the boy's eyes boring into him.

"What did he do?" The younger man asks, running a hand through his dark hair as he admires the fine form standing in the corner.

"Tell him why you're being punished, Sweetheart." Taggert instructs as he hands the boy the money. "You like what you see?"

"Yeah." He admits. "He has a nice ass."

"Say thank you, Michael and answer his question." Taggert orders as Sonny fights the wave of humiliation that washes over him.

"Thank you." Sonny mumbles as Taggert sighs.

"Turn around." When Sonny hesistates, Taggert growls at him. "Turn around now, Michael, unless you want our new friend to see you turned over my knee." He turns to the younger man, who is visibly turned on. "He can be such a brat sometimes."

Sonny turns around, not even attempting to cover his cock, he takes in the younger man, dark hair, green eyes, nice build, probably nineteen maybe twenty. "I'm in trouble because I lied. Thank you for the compliment." He chokes out as the boy grins at him.

"No problem, you have a great ass, among other things." The boy says as Taggert strides across the room and whispers into Sonny's ear.

"If you want him, ask him what time he gets off of work." Sonny takes a deep breath before asking casually.

"When do you get off work?"

"In a couple of hours."

"Why don't you come back here when you're off of work, I'm sorry I didn't get your name." Taggert apologizes as the younger man extends his hand. "Brad."

"Pleased to meet you Brad. Michael should be out of the corner in a couple of hours, so if you'd like to stop by and get to know him better, feel free." Taggert tips him well before sending him out of the room. Once they are alone, Taggert takes a seat on the bed. "You like him. Do you want to play with him tonight, Michael?"

"Yes." Sonny admits as Taggert smiles.

"We have to take care of your ealier discretions first before you can be rewarded with a play date. You have been a surly brat, Michael. After everything I have done for you, you continue to disrespect me. You lied to me, Michael." His tone is firm as Sonny looks down at the ground. "I don't know what to do with you. I am trying to be fair, I understand it takes awhile to get ajusted to a new position in life, but perhaps I haven't given you a proper demonstration of consequences and rewards. Your reward will come tonight, in the form of that nice young buck I have invited back. The consequences must be faced first. You lied and were disrespectful, not to mention your drinking is out of control." Taggert sighs. "You are in need a serious attitude ajustment. Do you want to do this in here, where it is private? Or on the beach?"

"I have a choice?" He asks softly, not meeting Taggert's gaze.

"For your first punishment, yes. After tonight, no."

"In here." he whispers, still looking at the ground. He knows what's coming, he can feel it in the pit of his stomach as taggert reaches out and takes him by the arm, easing him over his lap. He hates himself for trembling, but can't stop himself.

"I will not be cruel." Marcus says softly. "I will teach you a lesson though. Michael, why are you shaking?"

"I can't handle beatings." He whispers, truly afraid, but powerless to protect himself.

"I'm not going to beat you, I am going to correct your misbehavior. Relax." He urges as he rubs  Sonny's perfect backside. "I'm going to begin now." He hears Sonny suck in a breath as his hand descends down on the quivering globes with controlled force. The sound of the slap echoes through out the room as he delivers another resounding blow. "Lying and disrespect will not be tolerated in my home." Taggert scolds as he delivers a slow, hard smacking of the pretty tanned bottom. Sonny grunts and squirms as the pain begins to set in, but Taggert easily holds him over his lap. "I expect a marked improvement in your attitude or you can expect to be spending your days standing up and your nights sleeping on your stomach." He increases his speed and intensity as he hears a sob catch in Sonny's throat. "I am disapointed in you, Michael. You chose this agreement, you are here on your on accord. How hard you make this on yourself is up to you, but I will not hesistate to treat you like a brat when you act like one." The final five blows are agonizingly hard as he hears the sobs of the broken man.

Taggert lets him lay there for a few minutes as Sonny slowly collects himself. His ass is on fire and as much as he hates to admit it, the lecture got to him. He doesn't feel like a man, he feels like a scolded child and that makes him want to run and hide. He is shocked when he feels the hand begins to softly rub his aching globes, in an absolutely tender way. "It's over now. You're okay, Michael." His voice is soothing as he slowly pulls him up off of his lap. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes." Sonny whispers as he looks to the floor, unable to make contact with him. "I'm sorry." He says sincerely.

"Look at me when you talk to me." taggert instructs, his voice firm but not harsh.

Meeting his warm gaze, Sonny repeats his apology. "I'm sorry, I will try and do better." He's shocked when Marcus wipes the remaining tears away.

"Lay down on the bed on your stomach." Taggert instructs as he rises from the bed and walks into the kitchen. He plucks an ice cube from the freezer and returns to his well chastised lover.  He carefully examines his bottom, checking for any signs that he went to far, he's relieved when all he sees his a bright pink backside with no marks. "You're so hot." He whispers as his hands feel the heat radiating from Sonny's globes. "I'll cool you down." He rubs the cube over the battered flesh as Sonny groans and grips on to the pillow to keep him steady. The shock of the ice quickly wears off and soon he loses himself in the relief the cold massage offers him. Taggert is truly being gentle. Once the cube as melted, he can't resist planting a couple of soft kisses over Sonny's punished ass. "You did real good, Baby. I might even let you fuck the boy after he fucks you...if you give me a good show."

Sonny turns to face Taggert, and surprises them both, when he reaches out and pulls Marcus to him, placing a slow, wet lip lock on him. "I'm sorry I disapointed you." he whispers into Taggerts ear, desperate to make amends. "What can I do to please you?"

Marcus chuckles as he gently cups Sonny's face in his hands. "A spanking does wonders for your personality, I'll have to keep that noted. You want to please me? What do you think I want?" He asks. When Sonny rises from the bed and kneels before him, taking his cock eagerly in his hands as he begins to stroke him. He allows himself to completely let go of the need to control and give in to absolute submission. It's the only way to get through this.

"May I pleasure you?" He asks in a soft, gravely voice.

"Yeah." Marcus says, holding a breath as he watches Sonny's soft lips slowly wrap around the head of his thick cock. He looks down at the handsome man expertly sucking his member and sighs, the son of a bitch has made him lose the hate he once felt towards him and replaced it with absolute lust and adoration. The obession is growing stronger. How will he ever let him go?

Sonny's tongue snakes out and laps at the head of the cock as Sonny sucks and pumps the thick prick in and out of his mouth hungrily. Once Taggert is completely hard, he pulls away and asks. "Do you have lubrication?"

"In my black bag." Taggert whispers as Sonny crawls over to the bag, offering him a perfect view of his beautiful ass. He fetches the tube of ky jelly and rises to his feet, walking back to taggert, he asks. "Do you want me to lube your cock?"

"Yes." He whispers, as he threads his fingers through Sonny's silky, raven curls.

"Where do you want me?" Sonny asks.

"On the beach." Taggert whispers, as he grabs a towel, wrapping an arm around Sonny's waist, they exit the cabin and head towards the white sand and crystal blue water. The sun is just beginning to set as the waves crash on to shore. The beach is isolated and they have no problems finding a perfect spot near the shore.  Taggert lays down the blanket and cups Sonny's bottom gently, smiling when he squirms. "Soar?"

"Yeah, a little." He admits as Taggert chuckles.

"Be good and you won't have to repeat it, however, something tells me once you can sit properly again, the attitude will return, so I will enjoy this now. Get on your hands and knees." He instructs as Sonny quickly obeys. He spots a couple of stray beach combers and tenses.

"Relax." Taggert says as he spreads Sonny's cheeks as slowly lubes his asshole. "If they are watching you, it's because they  are admiring how beautiful you are. Don't be ashamed, be proud." He slowly slips the head of the cock into Sonny's tight ass, relieved to find this entrance easier than last time. "A few more times, Baby, and it won't even be uncomfortable anymore." He eases his way in, grabbing on to Sonny's cock and stroking it slowly. Once he is completely in, he trails kisses down Sonny's back as he begins to slowly work his cock in and out of the tight ass.

Sonny is relieved to find this fuck much more enjoyable than the last, he can't take his eyes off the three people who continue to watch them. He blushes when they takes a seat on the sand, making it clear they have no intention of leaving. Sonny swings his hips from side to side, helping Marcus to work the thick cock in and out of his ass, he clenches his cheeks, making it tighter as he hears Marcus suck in a ragged breath. "You're going to be the death of me, Honey." He whispers as he explodes into Sonny's ass, gasping for air. "You are the hottest fuck I've ever had and I think you deserve a little pre reward."  He eases himself out. "Stand up infront of me, Michael." He whispers as Sonny quickly assumes the position.

When Marcus takes his cock into his hand and begins to slowly stroke it, he shudders slightly with anticipation, he can see the twinkle in Marcus' brown eyes. He's going to pleasure him. He beams with a bit of pride, he pleased Marcus. As Taggert's full, dark lips take the engorged head of his cock into his mouth, he has to steel himself to stay in place. Making little time of working in completely in, He allows Sonny to rest the head of his cock against his throat before pulling him all the way out and taking him deep again. His strokes are slow and sensuous, every time he pulls back, he laps at the head with his tongue in a circular motion that Sonny soon imitates with his hips. His fingers massage Sonny's sac as he slowly brings him to climax, going as far to swallow every last drop of his salty come. They are both exhausted as he eases Sonny into his arms, wrapping them around him protectively as they spend a few quiet moments just watching the dark waves crash up on to the shore.