A bump in the night

A noise, something wakes you in the middle of the night. Marcus is asleep beside you, his muscled torso moving softly with each breath, the rubber softly creaking. You smile as you think of what the morning will bring for him and then stiffen as you hear another soft sound from downstairs.

"Fuck, there's someone in the house."

You get up and tiptoe to the door. You can clearly hear the soft movements of someone in the living room. Grabbing your baseball bat you head downstairs. You can see a dark figure dimly on the other side of the room. He has his back to you and he seems to be rifling through one of your boxes. Hefting the bat you walk towards him, when a thick muscular arm snaked around your throat from behind. As you wildly swing the bat, the man grabs it with his other hand and easily wrenches it from your grasp.

The man in front of you turns around

"Dammit. Now what are we going to do. We can't just leave him here."

He steps closer and you can see he is a tall figure, heavily built and wearing black combat trousers, boots and a black MA1 jacket. His hands are covered in black gloves and he is wearing a balaclava.

"Look, we don't want any trouble - just tell us where you keep your valuables and we'll be out of here."

A voice from behind you speaks with a deeper, more gravelly tone. "I got a better idea."

The hand that grabbed the baseball bat appears again, this time with a thick leather collar. He tosses it to the man in front of you who chuckles and steps forward. You struggle and yell, but can't prevent him sliding it around your neck and buckling it tightly in place. The man behind you lets go and rather than make a break for the door, you sink to your knees

"How may I serve You, Masters?"