Max was still fuming as he watched very closely as Sam went into the kitchen to get something which he had no clue what he even would be keeping in the kitchen.  He heard Sam mumble something to Rimion even though his words were cut up so he really could not make out what he was saying.  When Sam walked back to the living room Max noticed that Sam was glaring at him and he wanted to do nothing more than smack it right off his face but he refrained.  Once Sam was gone Max let out the breath he didn’t even realize that he was holding.<br/><br/>When Rimion came into the room he had been staring at the door until he heard him speak and when he turned he notice that Rimion was taking off his shirt, so Max could not help but smirk.  Even though he still had the cuts from the earlier wiping he still looked hot as he could not help but gasp a little.  Max stood up and downed the reminding amber liquor that was in the glass and sat it on the table.  “I believe it is time to remind you not to break the rules.”  Max stated very sternly.  “Rule number 1 is never leave the house without permission”<br/><br/>Max took a hold of Rimion’s hand and jerked him toward Rimion’s bedroom so he could pick up his collar that he had left in the room.  He picked it up the collar and walked over and placed it on Rimion’s neck and then grabbed the chain and pulled him to the basement.  He could not remember where he left the handcuff, but that was ok he had many more pairs.  Max roughly pulled Rimion down the stairs wondering if he was going to cause him to trip.  He wanted to get started.<br/><br/>Once he got downstairs he once again hung Rimion from the hook and then went to look on his wall to choose which toy he wanted to play with.  “Hmmm, where should I begin so many choices?”  Max took a minute the decided on his cat of nine tails.  Once he had it in his hand he went over to where Rimion was standing and he took a hard swing against his back.  He continued to take swings taking out his frustration on his back.  Swings for what Rimion did, what Sam did, and whatever else he could think of.  “I hate to be disobeyed, I hate disorder.”  He stated very sternly, “I hate it when I have to yell.”  Which was more about him having to yelling at Sam than Rimion.  So far he has not had to raise his voice at him.