Chase still hadn't changed out of his clothes, and Sheena's scent still clung faintly to him, something their master picked up immediately. But instead of erupting in rage, he looked entertained.
After all, he had shoved countless women at Chase over the years, hoping that Chase would eventually grow attached to one of them.
A woman bonded to Chase would've given him another chain to wrap around Chase's neck, another weakness he could exploit to ensure absolute obedience. Yet Chase never touched a single woman he was offered.
Their master had once thought the trauma he inflicted had twisted Chase into preferring men instead, but that theory died quickly, too. Chase would sooner kill a man than let one touch him intimately. So the only explanation he settled on was simple: Chase's dick must be broken.
And because of that assumption, Chase had remained celibate for years, an untouched weapon, sharp, loyal, and useful in all the ways that mattered.
