Here we want to talk about Warlock's first challenge. If you are interest in this information, you can pay more attention and take a first look at it right now. Warlocks somewhat leads Torenko into the room with a finger hooked firmly through the slave's collar while he does not use a leash.
   In the same way, he does not drag the boy along, but the action is a firm and decisive one that makes it clear that there is no argument. Come along, lad. We have been issued a challenge the man states as he brings Tor over to what appears to be two posts set firmly in the ground, shackles and cuffs ready. Stopping at the rig, he uses the collar to bring the fox in close, nose to muzzle. And I intend to pass this challenge.
   Warlock nods shortly. He releases the collar and grabs one of your wrists firmly, bringing it up and setting it within one of the awaiting cuffs. Tightening it to be secure but not unsafe, he turns and repeats the process with the other wrist. Dropping down a bit, he attaches the shackles to your ankles before standing again. His hands are swift and sure, showing that he has a great deal of experience with devices such as this. Looking at you, he gives a chuckle.

Torenko blushes, those ears tingeing red and folding down a bit lower at the somewhat backhanded compliment, though he knows better than to speak up, grunting softly as the hold on his collar is suddenly released, the tension gone from his neck. His freedom is short lived though, giving no fight as his thin wrist is held in that firm hand, quickly snapped into that cuff. As he feels it tighten down, he cannot help but murr, that sheath starting to fill, clearly something of a bondage slut, reveling in the feeling more as the process is repeated with his other wrist. The legs are secured before he can fully react, though his pleasure is interrupted by a sense of dread at the slightly sadistic chuckle.
Warlock gives the slave a slightly hard look. To see how much you're worth playing with and seeking entertainments in. He chuckles. This is aside from the obvious test in that you are subject to this challenge as well. The man gives the fox a quick wink and reaches over to one of the posts. Hitting a switch, he releases a hidden weight and pulley system that causes the slave's arms to suddenly be pulled up and to the side. The tension gives a little slack, but that the fox is now bared and subject to the man's whims and wishes is now unquestionable.
Torenko feels immediately put in place as the explanation comes, as if, even when furthering his studies, by far the senior student is truly powerless, this freshman easily asserting his place as the dominant, the superior and the relationship to be continued only at his discretion. All of this comes out in a simple gasp, and a folding down to the head of his ears, perhaps trying to block out that piercing chuckle as yet more of his sheath fills, the cock within still quite hidden. He smiles weakly at the wink, but his nerves are clearly on display, only to yelp and tug in surprise as the button is pushed, and his arms are pulled taut. His thin, but well defined chest stretched tight now as he breathes hard.
Again, Warlock nods but says nothing. Holding his hands before the slave's eyes he reveals the tattoos on his palms. Upon them is a split Yin-Yang symbol with the Yin in an ice image on the palm of his left hand, and a Yang side of fire on his right. Examining them, one could tell that when his hands are together with palms together as in meditation, the symbols form a complete image. You will be blindfolded for this, pup. As he speaks a rime of frost begins to spread from the Yin to begin to cover his left hand, and fire slowly begins to burn form the Yang to encase the right in flame. After all, we can't let you see to interfere with your ability to feel. His left hand produces a blindfold and he deftly binds it over your eyes, the heat and cold caressing the left and right sides of the fox's head with the action.