Blake Martin

Alpha | 350 years old | Owner of Devilwood

[willowcdflwer-blog]

“Maybe, or it could be the cells themselves. Who cleans them?” She is undeterred by the males gaze. 

[blakemxrtin]

“The cells are cleaned three times a month. This isn’t a hotel. They’re living in cages for a reason-- Themselves, they clean themselves.” He replied flatly. “They’re taken to communal showers. They’re big boys and girls. They can clean themselves, as well as their own cells when they’re told. However if they refuse a shower they can be force scrubbed if requested by a Mistress or Master.”

[willowcdflwer-blog]

     “Well, they certainly need to have a unified bath day. It smells something awful down in the cells today.”

[blakemxrtin]

“Maybe you’re smelling their fear. Anxiety, maybe? It is a sour stench.” He eyed the blonde. “They are taken to the showers every other day, unless they’re being punished.”

[emmet-barlow-deactivated2017032]

Quen had been, in every way possible, doing his damndest to not get in trouble. Little things here and there happened, but they were so minor that generally he had got scolded or just denied an orgasm for the night, nothing that required Blake to be bringing out the wolfsbane.

He grinned at the praise, easily following where he was lead. “Yes and it was delicious, thank you.” Even if Quen had practically climbed the walls from the sugar and it had taken forever to tire him out.

He grew curious when Blake spoke, wondering if he had taken another slave, he wasn’t sure he would like sharing Blake’s attention. Quen hesitsted a moment before opening the door and his mouth dropped open when he saw it was very much not a second slave. Instantly he broke away from Blake to go to his present, running his fingers along the soft fur and grinned as the cub nipped his fingers playfully.

[blakemxrtin]

Blake waited for Quentin’s reaction, and a small smile broke out across his face when he instantly dashed over to the small pup. It wasn’t a wild cub or anything, he specifically got this one from a pair of foxes that were domesticated and living with a couple. Of course it was old enough to leave its mother. 

Blake stepped into the room and watch the other silently for a moment. “I’m assuming you like him?”

[blakemxrtin]

“Since you’ve been so good lately, and haven’t fucked up horribly like the last couple of times in awhile--I decided to get you a present for your birthday. I know it’s a couple of days late, but we had cake on the right day, yeah?” Blake said, a hand placed between the others shoulder blades as he lead him through his home, and towards the guest room. What he got was in there.

“Figured you could use some company, and someone to help motivate you to get your stuff done quicker so you can go out and roam and run.” He stopped in front of the closed door. “Go ahead in.” He said, urging the other to open the door and see what was waiting for him inside.

A small, red fox cub sitting on the bed unless it moved elsewhere in the few minutes he’s been away.

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[xdomiweasley-deactivated2017072]

     “Oh, because that will end up well. What’s more attractive than an emaciated slave?” His words were thick with sarcasm that he was going to hate himself later for.

[blakemxrtin]

“Watch your tone.” Blake narrowed his gaze on the other werewolf, and upped a brow. “I think it’s the perfect solution to the little behavior problem we have going on here. I don’t feed you as much, and you’re more than likely to become more docile, and behave for the Masters and Mistresses, and offer yourselves up just for a meal.”

[xdomiweasley-deactivated2017072]

    “I’m thinking burritos for dinner, can we get burritos down here?”

[blakemxrtin]

“No.” He stated firmly, staring the human down. “Maybe I should feed you less.”

[omegabast]

“I- I don’t want to be punished, Sir,” he answered quietly, hoping it was good enough.  He knew by now that Blake was going to try to trick him, make him say something wrong just so he could punish him.  He was being cautious, but his hands were shaking a little as the fear built, knowing the master would eventually have his way.

[blakemxrtin]

“None of the slaves want to be punished, but punishments need to be issued once in awhile to keep the slaves here reminded of their place. Don’t you agree? Don’t you agree everyone here could benefit from a good punishment once in awhile?”

[blakemxrtin]

Blake's face lit up when Quentin seemed over the moon with his new do. "Glad you like it." He said happily. "Because if you didn't and you complained I would have shaved it all of. Or maybe I would have waxed your head." He shrugged some. "You're welcome, Quen."

[blakemxrtin]

"Relax." Blake sighed out, stopping a moment to step back and look at both sides, checking if they were even. When he confirmed they weren't, he began fixing it. Eventually he was done with the clippers and began snipping away at the hair he left untouched, evening it out and making it to his liking. "I think it looks nice." Blake said, satisfied with his work, he ran his fingers through the others hair before grabbing a mirror to show Quentin. "Well?"

[blakemxrtin]

"If you move you might make me mess up, then it'll look like shit. So it's best you stay as still as you can." He said as he watched the hair fall to the ground in clumps, working on one side first to make sure that one was done well before switching to the other side to get them to match.

[blakemxrtin]

"A haircut." Blake said smoothly, they had already discussed this already. Just not when it would happen. Blake took out the clippers and began working on the style he intended to give his wolf. Blake moved his head however he needed as he began buzzing away at the sides.

[blakemxrtin]

Blake got the clippers, scissors, and a roll of duct tape before heading back into the kitchen with the items. "Stay still." Blake said, setting the kit down, then got to work on securing Quentin to the chair. Taping his arms to his sides as he wrapped dozens of layers around his middle and kept him against the back of the chair, and then secured his ankles to the legs. "Wiggle around. Let me make sure you're secure."

[blakemxrtin]

Blake was supposed to be at work, though he was taking a couple of hours off to take care of that bush on Quentin's head. He walked into the home unannounced and stopped Quentin as he was tidying things up. "Get a chair, place it in the middle of the kitchen floor, sit down, don't move until I come back." The only reason he was doing it in the kitchen was because of the hard flooring. It would be easier to sweep the hair up. With that, Blake was off and getting things from his room. @quen-garvey

[blakemxrtin]

"That you are." Blake chuckled a little bit, because he was in fact a baby compared to three quarters of the wolves at Devilwood. He rose a brow before nodding. "Years with me." He repeated, as long as Quentin didn't fuck up all the time, once in awhile was fine, but every other week wouldn't be good. "I'm not going to make you cook your own birthday cake, I'll buy one. Guess I'll have to start thinking of a present for you too."

[blakemxrtin]

"A birthday? Hmm, getting older." He hummed a little. "A year? With many, many years ahead of you." Blake said. He hardly cared for his own birthday, it was the same thing every year. He was already ancient. Why celebrate anymore. "Are you wanting a cake, or a present or something like that?" He'd consider it, only because this was his omega, he'd like to make him happy once in awhile.

[blakemxrtin]

Blake shook his head. "No bad pain." He said gently, he didn't like giving Quentin bad pain through punishments, he felt bad even. Sometimes anyhow. Blake shook his head once more. "Nothing that I've thought of now, but if I think of something in the future we will sit down and I will tell you the new rules and instructions."

[blakemxrtin]

"Exactly what it sounds like, pup." Blake said easily, kicking his feet up on the table. "You won't know ahead of time, and when I decide it's time you'll be tied down, and won't get a say in how I cut your hair, and won't see it until it's finished." He said easily, most of the time Blake just shaved the slaves head, to show them their place further. Females and males, but he didn't plan on shaving all of Quentin's hair off. He wanted him to look nice, not bald.