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Franco knows the power he holds over the two men in front of him. His stellar performance at Williams proved him worthy of a promotion the second either one of them even thinks about making a mistake. Pierre and Jack know this, hence why they will do anything to please Franco, including stripping naked for him.

Franco crosses his leg over the other. He reclines back in his chair, stroking a non-existent beard and resting his elbow on the chair. His mind is hazy with flurrying thoughts about what he can make Pierre and Jack do.

“Kiss.” He calls out. Both men turn their necks and lean into each other, separating after a quick peck. Too easy. Franco thinks.

Pierre and Jack stare up at him, their knees starting to ache after being in their position for the past five minutes. The hard hotel carpet, digs into their tender flesh, leaving it pink and dented. Both men hold their hands behind their backs, awaiting their next command.

Franco kicks out his shoe, a polished black oxford, and rubs it on the underside of Jack’s hanging balls.

The Australian shivers at the sensation. Blood rushes to his cock making it twitch slightly.

Franco takes notice, cocking his eyebrow. Very sensitive. He takes a mental note. Franco maneuvers the tip of his shoe, lightly playing with his cock and balls.

“How big are you hard?” The Argentine asks.

“22 centimeters.” Jack responds, his breath hitching.

Franco nods, still playing with the other man’s cock. He reaches into the duffle bag beside him. He pulls out a metal cock cage, twirling in on his finger.

“Maybe this would help with your excitement.” Franco says, giving Jacks balls a slight tap from underneath.

He leans over in the chair. Grabbing Jack’s cock, Franco can feel it grow in his hand. He works with precision to secure it on, locking it and watching his member desperately try to break out of its confinement. Franco takes the key and pockets it.

Franco takes a moment to inspect Jack, watching him squirm as access to his cock is taken away. He rubs his finger along the Australian’s smooth cheek. “Don’t worry. If you get fired I’ll unlock it before I replace you.”

Jack opens his mouth to speak. Franco pinches his lips together before he can make a sound. “Remember what I said about speaking without Master’s permission.” He reminds the other man.

Master. The word alone turns Franco on. But knowing his dominance over the two masculine specimen before him just makes his veins course with adrenaline and power. Pierre and Jack just sit idly, ready to be bent and molded to Franco’s desires.

Jack remembers his place, nodding and catching his breath.

Franco’s attention turns to the Frenchman. “Don’t think I forgot about you, Mr. Tripod.” The Argentine cracks a smile. He reaches into his bag and pulls out another cage. His fingers trace the ribbed structure.

“I think this will look nice on you.” Franco purrs, locking away Pierre’s cock. Franco sits back, admiring both caged cocks in front of him. He extends both legs, playing around with both men’s cock and balls.

Jack lets out a low groan, his head falling back as the metal cage traps his hard cock. He feels it pulse against the cold metal, the blood trapped inside his cock desperately trying to break free.

Pierre is less vocal but no less turned on. The feeling of Franco playing with his cock, no matter if it is soft or hard, sends electric pulses up his spine. He teeters on the edge, trying desperately to not beg for more attention.

His attempt is futile, however. “Go ahead. Hump my shoe.” Franco commands both men. Pierre and Jack scoot closer, rubbing their cages against the sole of Franco’s soles.

The Argentine can feel the hard cages against his feet. He presses his sole harder, letting the ridges and metal trap both men’s sensitive cocks. He watches in awe as the two men thrust against his shoe, chasing the feeling of an orgasm that won’t come.

“You two must be so used to cumming with your big cocks. Too bad they’re useless little nubs now.” Franco taunts as the teammates desperately search for relief.

The Argentine leans forward, pressing his foot against the top of their cages. He gives a light tap, a reminder of how little their cocks really mean.

Pierre lets out a whimper, his face burning red. The lack of sensation and ability to cum is driving him mad. He thrusts with no sense of rhythm, chasing the feeling of relief and pleasure. Jack is no different, his head falling back as his hips take over.

“Who has the biggest cock in the room now?” Asks Franco.

“You, Master.” Both men breathe.

Franco pulls his foot back. The two men whine as their only potential source of release is taken away.

“You two are so needy.” Franco clicks his tongue in disappointment. He takes a moment to reexamine both men. Their hard cocks struggle against the cages, the metal trapping the blood. Both Pierre and Jack are dripping, sweat beading down their muscular torsos. Their gorgeous heads of hair are disheveled, pressed to their foreheads by sweat.

“What gorgeous hair you two have.” Franco compliments, though his tone is insincere. “It’s just such a shame that I can’t see your beautiful eyes when you’re like this.”

Franco scans the heads of both men. “Pierre.” His voice is stern. “Follow me.” The Argentine stands and walks between the men, making his way to the bathroom.

The Frenchman trails, entering the bathroom promptly behind Franco. He stares at his reflection in the mirror as the Argentine digs in the cabinet. He emerges with a hair clipper.

Franco plugs it in. The clipper buzzes alive. Franco grabs a tuft of the Frenchman's hair. His fingers caress the soft strands, scratching along his scalp.

“It’s going to be such a shame when this is all gone.” Franco whispers into Pierre's ear. The Argentine takes the clippers, the vibrations rattling in his hand.

Franco drags the clippers up the back of Pierre's head. He watches as the hair falls, collecting at the Frenchman's feet. He runs his hand through the shorter strands, the buzz of the clippers making his head feel light.

Franco runs his finger over the stubble, watching Pierre's chest rise and fall. The Frenchman feels his heart race and his body flush as Franco's fingertips dance along the shaved area.

Franco smiles at Pierre's reflection. "So pretty." The Argentine compliments. “Now return to your spot.” Franco tugs at the Frenchman’s cheek.

Pierre shuffles out, making his way back to his spot beside Jack.

Jack feels a lump in his throat form while looking at his teammate’s new look. “Jack!” Franco calls from the bathroom.

Jack makes his way over, turning his head down as he enters the bathroom. Franco is already holding the clippers. The Australian feels his pulse quicken. His breathing starts to become unsteady.

“Nervous?” Franco asks.

The Australian nods.

“Good.” Franco places a hand on his shoulder. The touch sends electricity coursing through the Australian.

The Argentine grabs a handful of hair, shaving the strands. He can feel Jack's body tense up. His breathing becomes shaky and uneven. Hair falls down on Jack’s shoulders and feet.

Franco puts a hand on the Australian's neck, feeling the stubble and the hairs along the way. His hand trails down the man's back.

“Now you match your teammate.” Franco coos.

Jack shuffles back to his spot. The lack of hair on his head leaves a breeze running along his scalp. His ears feel exposed. The air of the room brushes along his head.

Franco follows behind. He takes a moment to admire the backsides of both men as they sit on the heels. Both Pierre and Jack are fit. The Argentine can see every muscle in their legs flex and shift, the two men struggling to maintain their position. He admires the view a few moments more before making his way back to his chair.

The Argentine sits back in the chair, his legs spread wide. He starts to rub his palm over his crotch , teasing his growing erection.

“Jack, why don’t you stand up and bend over for me.” Franco instructs. The Australian pushes himself off the ground, his legs shaky from being on the ground. He bends over, perpendicular to Franco.

“Pierre why don’t you fuck Jack.” Franco points at the Frenchman then the Aussie.

Pierre looks with confusion, his caged cock useless when it comes to fucking. Franco smiles, watching him stand confused.

The Frenchman places his hands on the Australian's hips. He lines his cock up with Jack's hole. He ruts his hips against Jack, his caged cock unable to do anything but rub along his hole.

Franco sits back, watching the scene unfold before him. He watches both men struggle with their caged cocks.

Pierre continues rutting, the tip of his caged cock barely pushing into the Aussie's hole.

“How does his hole feel, Pierre?” Franco teases as he strokes himself through his pants.

The Frenchman grunts in frustration, his hips pushing harder, wanting more than he can give. Franco lets out a small laugh, watching the man struggle. He grabs his cock, palming the bulge in his pants. A whimper comes from Jack, his face burning a bright red. His hole aches, yearning to be stretched and fucked.

“Okay Jack. Your turn to fuck Pierre.” Franco says, gesturing towards the Frenchman.

Jack turns around and positions himself behind Pierre. The Aussie's caged cock rubs along his crack. Jack starts to rut, his cock slipping against the man's hole.

Franco unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. He strokes the length, aroused by how easily he can manipulate Pierre and Jack.

Both men are panting, their holes aching. Jack ruts faster, his caged cock starting to leak precum. Pierre's arms begin to tremble. He feels Jack's cock slide between his ass, his own cock straining and leaking against the metal cage.

“Okay now both of you come here. Mouths open.” Franco snaps his fingers and points at the floor in front of his chair.

Jack and Pierre stumble over, their legs weak and knees red from being on the floor. They both kneel, their mouths hanging open.

Franco forms a wad of saliva in his mouth and spits it at Pierre. “Come suck.” He says, jerking his cock.

The Frenchman scoots closer, licking along the tip. This bores Franco, who grips Pierre’s cleanly shaven head and forces him down. The Frenchman gags and tries to pull back, but the Argentine's grip is too strong.

Saliva leaks from Pierre’s mouth as he chokes. Franco mercifully lets go. The Frenchman pulls off, his lungs filling with oxygen and his cheeks puffy.

"Disappointing, Pierre.” Franco scolds. He turns his head. “Let’s see if the rookie can do better.”

Franco tugs the back of Jack's neck, pulling him in. He pushes his mouth down on his cock. Just like Pierre, he gags. Jack's eyes start to water, his face turning a deep red. Saliva dribbles out his mouth. The Australian's head is fuzzy, his lungs crying for air.

Franco lets go, giving Jack a chance to recover. The Australian pulls off, saliva dripping from his chin and tears falling down his cheeks.

The Argentine is disappointed. Neither man is giving him what he wants. He reaches for the duffel bag, planting it on his lap.

“I never wanted to use these, but you leave me no choice.” Franco digs inside. He grabs two spreader gags with a nice black leather strap to wrap around the head.

“I can’t have you two being unable to deep throat my cock.” Franco says as he secures the gag on both men. He adjusts the straps, tightening them to where the spreader bar keeps their mouth open.

“Much better.” Franco smirks, leaning back and spreading his legs. Pierre and Jack’s mouths are forced open. Their tongues stick out and their eyes are watery and pleading.

Franco grips his cock, stroking it slowly. He looks between both men, deciding which one to use first. His eyes dart between the two, before he decides on the Frenchman.

The Argentine stands and grips the back of his head. He pushes his cock in, letting the tip rest on the other man's tongue.

Pierre can feel his jaw starting to ache. The metal gag is cold and his muscles are forced open. Franco slides his cock deeper into the man's mouth. He watches as Pierre's throat expands.

The Frenchman gags and saliva dribbles from his mouth, leaking onto the floor.

“That’s right, slut.” Franco says. He grips the back of his head, fucking the man's face. He can hear Pierre choke and sputter. He continues until his balls slap against his chin.

He pulls his cock out and gives the man a second to recover. The Argentine admires the string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to Pierre's tongue. He pushes his dick back in.

Jack watches, his own cock straining against the metal cage. The feeling of powerlessness overcomes him. His mind is racing. The lewd sound of Pierre’s hollow throat being assaulted echos through the room. He is jealous, desperate for the sensation.

Franco pulls his dick out and gives it a few pumps. He turns his head, eyeing Jack. He walks around the kneeling Australian, dragging his cock across his lips.

Jack feels the precum dripping from the Argentine's cock. His tongue desperately wants to lick the head. Franco can sense this and smirks, teasing the rookie with the taste.

Franco grabs the back of his head and slams his cock into his mouth. Jack chokes, his throat convulsing and contracting. Franco doesn't take mercy. He starts fucking the rookie's face, the wet sounds of Jack choking filling the room.

The Argentine pulls his cock out, letting Jack breathe. He grips the base, watching the Australian cough. Saliva drips from his chin and his eyes are watery. His nose is red and his body is flushed.

Franco's dick is dripping and throbbing. He taps it on Jack’s face, leaving wet marks all over. The rookie's tongue darts out, trying to lick the head.

Franco chuckles and grabs the base, dragging the tip across his lips. He pushes his cock back into the Australian's mouth, gripping the back of his neck.

Franco continues fucking the rookie's face. Jack's eyes start to roll back. His body trembles, the lack of air clouding his vision.

The Argentine pulls his cock out. Drool pools in the corners of Jack's mouth. The rookie gasps, his body shaking. He pants heavily.

Franco jerks his cock, holding his free hand underneath. He pumps his cock until he feels the familiar tingle. The Argentine grips his cock, holding it still as he busts his load all over his hand.

He grabs the base, milking the last few drops of cum out and onto his hand.

Jack and Pierre watch with anticipation, their eyes locked on the cum pooling in the Argentine's hand. Franco holds his hand out between the two men, his cum sticking between his fingers.

The Argentine smirks as he watches Pierre and Jack desperately try and lick up his cum. Their tongues dance around his hand, scooping up whatever they can get.

The Frenchman and the Australian fight for dominance, their tongues and mouths pressing together, vying for Franco's cum.

Franco watches with satisfaction as his seed disappears. He leans to Jack and removes his gag before moving to Pierre.

Both men have swollen lips. The metal gag has dug into their cheeks, leaving marks and indents.

Franco takes a second to admire his work. The two men kneel before him, their caged cocks and swollen mouths on display.

“What do you say to me?” Franco asks.

Jack speaks up, his voice hoarse. “Thank you, Master.”

Pierre repeats, his voice just as gravelly. Franco smiles and rubs his hands over their freshly shaven heads. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out the keys to the cages. 

He dangles them in front of the teammates. “Remember that if you want to cum at all this season, you’re going to need your key. And I’m not giving you your key until I have your seat. Is that understood?”

Pierre and Jack look at each other, then to Franco. “Yes, Master.”

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The rumors were swirling around the paddock and online. But Jack was assured he was safe and even convinced himself of that fact.

He knew that if he was going to be replaced, it would be a professional meeting. There would have been discussions over the past few weeks about performance and the future direction of the team, he did not think it would be sudden.

Jack’s heart dropped when he opened his phone to see a text from Franco to him and Pierre about meeting in his room.

The Aussie kept telling himself that it was nothing serious, just a coincidence that Franco would want him and Pierre on such short notice.

Without delay he headed down the hall to the Argentinian’s hotel room. Pierre was already outside the door. He let out three raps against the door.

Franco gently opened the door. A kind smile rested on his face as he let the Alpine drivers inside.

“How are my good boys doing?” Franco asks, his tone was cheerful.

Jack felt an unsettling feeling in his stomach as he mumbled and nodded.

Pierre gave an affirmative “Good” in response.

“Stand right in front of me, I just want to do a quick cage check for the both of you.” Franco says, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

Jack and Pierre assume position and pull down their pants so that their cock cages are visible.

Franco inspects both men, cupping their caged members in his palms. “Looks like you two might be due for a smaller cage soon.” Then his tone shifts from his bubbly self to his darker dominant self. “Well maybe not for you Jack.”

The Aussie feels like he’s going to be sick as Franco looks up at him, a grin widening on his face.

“I’m sure by now you’ve heard the rumors.” Franco says, standing up to meet Jack’s gaze. His hand remains on his locked cock as his mouth starts hovering above his neck.

The hairs on Jack’s skin begin to perk up as Franco’s hot breath spreads across the surface. 

“Mmhmm.” The Aussie hums, his voice weak.

“I hope you know they’re true…” Franco’s voice trails off as his tongue flicks along the inside of Jack’s ear.

Jack squirms, not wanting to believe what he’s hearing. He keeps trying to convince himself it’s just another part of Franco’s fucked up game.

“I’ve already talked about my salary, taken photos, and designed merch.” Franco teases, although each word feels more like punishment to Jack. His hands crawl up the Aussie’s shirt, tracing along every groove of muscle.

“Franco-” Jack moans. His stomach sinks, suspension starting to grow that Franco isn’t lying anymore. 

“It’s Master.” Franco reminds him, nibbling at his ear.

“Master, please.” Jack’s voice is now rife with desperation.

Franco slowly pulls away to both Jack’s dismay and satisfaction.

The Argentinian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny key ring. He takes the one with the letter “J” inscribed on it and brings it to Jack’s cage.

“Bittersweet?” Franco asks. He looks up with wide eyes as he leaves the key in the lock.

Jack looks down. He bites his lip and nods. He now knows that Franco isn’t lying. He knows he’s being replaced.

Franco twists the key and the cage nearly pops off from the sheer force of Jack’s cock instantly growing.

Not wanting to leave the other man out, Franco tugs Pierre’s arm. “Suck his cock for me.” He instructs.

“Yes, Master.” Pierre nods. He drops down to his knees. The two men face to turn each other.

Pierre takes a deep breath before his tongue laps at Jack, his soft lips then wrapping around his head.

Jack lets out a gasp. It had been too long since he had been free of the cage. The feeling of a mouth, even Pierre, was enough to bring him close.

“Good just like that.” Franco purrs as he watches. “You didn’t think it would feel so good to lose a seat, huh?”

Jack grits his teeth as Franco stands up behind him. His bulge presses into his ass while his hands gently grip his waist. Jack’s mind races, but the anxieties of loosing his seat are pushed away. Right now all he can focus on is how good Pierre’s mouth feels and Franco slowly grinding against him.

“It feels so good Master.” Jack moans.

“Are you ready to cum after all these months?” Franco hisses as he starts to nibble on the Australian’s ear lobe.

“I want it so fucking bad Master.” He moans up to the sky.

Franco smirks, watching as his little slut gets lost in pleasure. The Argentinian reaches over and runs his fingers through Pierre. He tugs at his hair, causing the Frenchman to look up and take Jack even further down his throat.

Jack can no longer take the sensation. He can feel himself on the verge of orgasming. His breath hitches and his moans become weak. Luckily, Franco senses it too.

The Argentinian reaches down and pulls Jack’s cock out of Pierre’s mouth. “I can’t believe you really thought I would let you cum before I had my fun with you.” Franco laughs, giving Jack a playful peck on the cheek before turning away.

“I want both of you undressed completely.” Franco announces as he bends over his suitcase.

The two men undress, tearing their clothes off at breakneck speed and standing at attention just in time for Franco to turn around with a roll of duct tape.

He inspects the two men as he concocts his next move.

“Jack. Lay on the bed. Pierre go wait in the corner.” Franco commands.

“Yes, Master.” Both men immediately respond and get into position.

Franco unravels some of the tape, the tacky material echoes through the room. He walks to the foot of the bed, where Jack is patiently waiting.

“Knees up.” Franco taps on his legs.

The Aussie nods and complies. His knees are bent and his legs are spread, leaving his tight asshole exposed.

Franco takes the roll of tape and brings it from his shin to his thigh, wrapping it tightly. He repeats the process until both legs are held in position. He takes the roll and wraps Jack’s wrists together, effectively immobilizing him.

He takes a moment to admire his work, rubbing the Aussie's thighs as he watches him squirm.

“I can’t forget the last piece of tape.” Franco smiles. He tears off a final strip and lays it across his mouth.

Jack squirms and moans against the tape as Franco slowly turns away.

“Thank you for your patience, Pierre. Now it’s your turn.” The Argentine smiles before turning to his bag. He emerges with a double ended dildo gag. Franco holds it up with a smirk.

“Yes, Master.” Pierre says, not even needed the command to put it on. He gags slightly as the silicon is presses inside his mouth.

Franco digs for a small bottle of lube and squirts a small dollop on the dildo sticking out of the gag. “Fuck him for me. No touching.”

Pierre nods, with a muffled “Yes, Master.”

The Frenchman drops to his knees and slowly sticks the tip of the dildo gag into Jack’s hole.

The Aussie screams and groans against the tape as he is filled from both ends.

It isn't long until he is face deep in Jack, the two men moaning against their respective gags.

Franco drops his pants at the sight and begins to mount the bed. The mattress sinks down as he crawls on top of Jack, taking a seat on his chest.

“You’re really going to have to earn this orgasm, Jackie.” Franco spits down. The nickname adds more insult to injury as Jack desperately wants to spit back.

“No one will touch your precious cock,” Franco continues, “You have to cum from Pierre fucking you.”

Jack writhes underneath Franco. The Argentine starts to stroke his cock, mocking the Aussie and his inability to do so.

“I’m just going to sit here and jerk off while watching your pretty face as you get fucked.” Franco smiles. “I’m just going to think about how great it is to have your seat.”

Jack whimpers, his cock is painfully erect and dripping with pre cum. He can feel the heat rising and his skin flush.

The Argentinian smirks and starts stroking his own cock even faster, the bed rocking back and forth.

“Isn’t it torture? Watching me touch my cock however I want?” Franco antagonizes. He takes his cock and starts to play with it, slapping it around like cumming is the last thing on his mind.

“Mhhhm.” Jack mumbles tape, his voice weak and whiny.

“C’mon big guy, you can stroke your cock whenever you want after this since you won’t have a seat.” Franco digs in, his words twisting the knife in Jack’s heart.

Meanwhile, Pierre is still hard at work fucking Jack. He has his eyes closed as his body is focused on thrusting the dildo into the Aussie.

Franco reaches down and takes Jack’s nipples between his fingers. He begins to twist and tug on them, forcing the Aussie to squeal against the tape.

Jack can feel his cock start to tense, the heat and tension rising. His legs are shaking and his breathing is ragged.

Franco can sense he is close, as his smirk widens. "Pierre stop!” He calls out.

And suddenly, Jack feels nothing except the weight of Franco sitting on his chest. His red cock glistens with pre-cum, begging to be released. His hole puckers, wanting more from Pierre.

“Not so fast.” Franco teases, slapping his cock on Jack’s face.

Jack whines, he wants to scream and curse, but the tape makes his protests useless.

Franco leans forward and rips the tape off of Jack. He hisses as the cold air hits his lips.

Before Jack can even say a word, the Argentinian grabs a handful of hair and tugs. His cock is forced down his throat and Jack is left coughing.

“Take my big cock, then you can cum.” Franco grits as he fucks Jack’s throat.

Tears stream down Jack's face. He chokes and sputters, the lack of oxygen making him lightheaded.

Franco's face grows red as he gets closer to his own climax. The sight of the Aussie gagging on his cock is enough to get him to the edge.

With a growl and a moan, Franco pushes his cock down Jack's throat, forcing his nose into his pubic bone.

Franco turns his head around. “Start Pierre!”

Pierre nods and begins fucking Jack once again.

Jack whines against Franco's cock. The feeling of being used, filled, and suffocated is bringing him closer to the edge.

"Are you ready for your first orgasm without a cage?" Franco laughs, pulling out to taunt him.

"Yes Master, please Master!" Jack moans. His hips thrust in the air as the dildo continues to assault his prostate.

"Then cum for me." Franco grunts, thrusting his cock back down his throat.

Jack cries, his legs shaking and tears streaming down his face. It had been so long and the wait was agonizing.

Suddenly, his balls tense and his body starts to spasm. His mind goes blank, white and fuzzy. The Aussie can only see stars as he is finally able to release.

Jack can feel the cum splattering all over his chest and stomach. He can't remember the last time his orgasm was so intense. His hole is clenched tightly around the dildo and his mouth is still being stuffed by Franco. Jack moans and cries against the cock as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

Franco pulls his cock out of Jack’s mouth and strokes it, his own orgasm approaching.

He lets out a moan and starts to paint Jack's face. Rope after rope of sticky cum coats the Aussie's features. The Argentine is still groaning, his hand pumping his cock for the last few drops of cum.

"Fuck. That's a good look for you." Franco says, looking down at the Aussie's cum soaked face.

Jack's chest heaves up and down, the aftershocks of his orgasm still surging through his body.

Franco looks over his shoulder, noticing that Pierre is still thrusting the dildo into him. "Pull out." He instructs.

"Yes Master." Pierre replies.

Franco refocuses his attention on Jack. He leans down, eyes laser focuses on the Aussie’s wet lips. He flicks his tongue against the corner of his mouth. His cock throbs against Jack's abs as he tastes his own cum.

“No hard feelings?” Franco sighs, pressing his forehead against the Aussie's.

Jack looks down, not wanting to make eye contact.

“I understand. It’s just business.” Jack dejectedly grumbles back.

“Don’t take it too personal.” Franco reminds him, now gently caressing his cheek with his thunb.

Jack musters up the courage to make eye contact with Franco. They share a quick smile before the Argentinian dismounts.

“Thank you for your help, Pierre.” Franco praises as he takes off the gag.

“You’re welcome, Master.”

Franco then turns to Jack and his bound appendages. He slowly unravels the tape, being careful to pull as little hair as possible.

Franco’s submissives look up at him, waiting for a command.

“Pierre, get dressed and head back to your room.”

“Yes, Master.”

As the Frenchman gathers his belongings and heads out the door, Franco joins Jack on the foot of the bed.

He runs his hands up and down the Aussie's thighs, slowly massaging the tension out of his muscles.

“ I know this can’t be easy for you right now.” Franco says softly, a genuine smile resting on his lips.

Jack doesn’t respond. His lips tremble as he tries to find the word.

“It’s okay.” Franco pulls Jack’s head onto his shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”

"I know you will." Jack replies, reaching down and taking the Argentine's hand.

"Let me help you get cleaned up." Franco says, gently kissing his knuckles.